The blog is now in its normal state of autumnal neglect. There are no big events but a series of smaller reflections.

One working knee Is all I have. I’ve been told to lay off the training for six weeks. I tried to cycle with one leg and found out it doesn’t really work at all. Struggled.

One year on From living in London, from stating my job and from joining the church. I see the same faces and get to build relationships. Stable.

Playing guitar in church I’ve been playing the guitar for about 10 years. I got to play at church last Sunday despite not learning any more chords in the past 5 years. Actually, I have learnt the strange John Mayer chords that require huge hands and ridiculous dexterity to play. However, they are obscure enough to be nameless. Anyway, all you need for church is D. Simple.

It went well. I lost feeling (or blood circulation) to my right hand but carried on playing. 80% of the chords were hit on time, and the ones I missed are inaudible to the human ear anyway.

What could disrupt this current peace and stability? Exam results on Friday. Sadness?

On Wednesday I dragged myself to Home Church feeling sorry for myself. I was so pre-occupied in my thoughts that I had missed my stop.

A couple of weeks ago out church sent a small group out to Rwanda to support Stephen. Stephen was an orphan victim from the Rwandan genocide. He now runs a church and various other projects for the orphans and widows. I can’t do his story any justice at all, so I will refer you to his website.

Abigail talked about her time in Rwanda. It had profoundly affected her and she talked about it for two gripping hours. It was horrible. It put my problems firmly into perspective

What got my was the story about the women who worked for two weeks to produce a sewn pot that creates a profit of £2.

That barely covers a coffee and a newspaper in Britain.

In audit £1000 is de minimis, which means that it is so trivial that it is not worth caring about.

Poverty is defined as an annual income below £5,842 (for a single adult in the UK).